Everyone in our town walks around to test the air
Even know that's omen there
They never love to take care
A car's crash in our town
Sidebox payed with character
They can't be laze to pass this way
And none of them turn to pray
Even know there's torn above
They never love to take care
A citizens they walk odd
Their only aim is to get rich
A typic omen's not for us
We can't expect here sign of love
The trees in a limits of this town
That was a blanket of three inch dust
No ordinary sight to see
I feel a past subconsciously
Even know there's torn above
They never love to take care
I am so bored with your ideals
I take the air on the balcony
Stroll along the boulevard
Hear the voices by the sea
Even know that's omen there
They never love to take care
